Words for Wednesday

 The original Words for Wednesday was begun by Delores and eventually taken over by a moveable feast of participants when Delores had computer troubles. Sadly, Delores has now closed her blog forever due to other problems.

The aim of the words is to encourage us to write. A story, a poem, whatever comes to mind.

If you are posting an entry on your own blog, please let us know so we can come along to read it and add a few encouraging words.

This month the words/prompts are supplied by River (that's me) and can be found here

This week's words/prompts are: 

1. on the run 2. belong 3. street 4. breakfast 5. tent

and this image:



taken by "Genius" and allowed by Val.

Also Charlotte's colour of the month which is Orient Red for September.


Comments

  1. She belonged here ... it was her street ... but now she's on the run - but why? Where's breakfast ... and why is there a tent she slept in ... she sincerely hoped she's not homeless - life is tough while that bridge does not look inviting - it's bleak ... she prefers Orient Red lipstick, which she still has with her.
    Cheers River ... good to be here - Hilary

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    1. Hilary Melton-Butcher: I am glad that she still has that lipstick - and hope that she can find a safe place to stay.

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    2. Hilary Melton-Butcher; intriguing, why has this happened to her, how, and what will she do now? At least she still has her lipstick and a tent.

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    3. ntriguing story, how did she end up there?

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    4. I need to know the rest of the story!

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    1. The Happy Whisk; thank you, will you be joining us with a story? My story will be on this blog on Friday as always.

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    2. I enjoy the challenge. You must join us Happy Whisk. I know you could share a fun story about booger butts. LOL

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  3. 1. on the run 2. belong 3. street 4. breakfast 5. tent

    A long rainy drive seperated here from there. She was on the run to a place she could belong, a street that led home, breakfast at Mom and Dad's, and giving up unforgiveness for Lent.

    Yes, thought that said Lent, but it says tent!

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    1. separated. Sigh. Knew that didn't look right.

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    2. Sandi: I hope she finds a place to belong - and giving up unforgiveness sounds like a wonderful idea - at any time of the year.

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    3. Nice! I hope she arrives in time for breakfast.

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    4. Sandi; I also hope she finds a place to belong and manages to give up unforgiveness.

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    5. Always good to get home ... Lent and Tent - interchangeable almost in this instance!! Well done ... cheers Hilary

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    6. Good one, unforgiveness is a good vice to give up.

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  4. They set up the orient red breakfast tent in the street where it didn't belong but I couldn't stop as I was late and on the run.

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    1. Mike: On the run from what? And to where? Another intriguing snippet.

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    2. Mike; that's a tent that would catch the eye, but too bad you couldn't stop. I wonder what you are running from or to?

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    3. On the run for grabbing an unpaid for breakfast...right? Intriguing snippet.

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    4. Well done Mike - sorry I missed it before ... - and yes intriguing ... frankly find an orient red tent anywhere in any street would be a huge shock ... and what else could be there ... cheers Hilary

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    5. Too bad you were too busy being on the run to visit the tent. An oriental red breakfast tent seems exciting nough to risk a visit, even on the run.

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    6. I kind of like that he/she was too late to stop at something so unusual. I just hope there were no cinnamon rolls to be missed out on!

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    1. Cinid; thank you, I'll pop over and read.

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    2. I will visit your blog to see the tale. Mine is also on my blog.

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  6. In the grey of a wet winter morning the orient red of cars’ tail lights was the only patch of brightness. Most of the early workers on the run to work were focusing on their breakfast or the day ahead and didn’t notice the street people huddled under the bridge. Those that did notice them huddled under makeshift tents were grateful to belong to a more affluent part of society, and continued on their way. A very few vowed to continue to support the homeless and to lobby for more affordable housing and support

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    1. It's hard to know how to help, and whether you are really helping. We have some who want to stay on the streets, sadly.

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    2. Elephant's Child; a little sadness there and it's true that many people just don't see them, while those that do often don't know how to help apart from donations. And how do we know the donations actually get to those who need it? I agree with messymimi.

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    3. Hi EC - sadly it seems to be the way for so many in this day and age - I love the use of the cars' tail lights - orient red, I'll remember that now the days are drawing in ... well done - cheers Hilary

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    4. That has such a sad ring of truth to it. The homeless are all too often invisible.

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    5. Got in a good reminder of our need to help homeless.

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    6. Truely sad story. Too many homeless people, and not enough help.

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    7. I know help should be a hand up rather than a hand out, but sometimes a hand out is the answer to immediate needs.

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  7. I posted a comment with a link, did it go to spam jail? My story will be over here.

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  8. Lovely tales using the words and bridge.

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  9. My story ESCAPE FROM NEW YORK is on my blog.

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  10. I feel like I´m nearly always on the run. But this life-style does belong to me.
    When I still worked for Volkswagen I drove on the street to work like in the pic, then had breakfast.
    Usually in Australia we slept in the car,but a couple of times we built up our tent, too. I prefer the car,though. (Or preferred, these days a real bed in a hotel or cabin is better).
    Orient red is not really one of my best memories as in Cairo people wanted to sell you EVERYTHING, not wanting to let you go (I bought nothing).

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    1. Iris Flavia: I much prefer a real bed too. Gone are the days when I could happily sleep anywhere. Great use of the prompts.

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    2. Travel memories are the very best, even the ones involving persistent sellers ;)

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    3. Iris; thank you for joining this week. I prefer to sleep in a real bed too, though I often nap on the bus coming home from the twins house, it's a long trip.

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    4. Elephant´s Child, yes,gone are the "free days"!
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      Charlotte ,to travels,always!
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      River, I´d never dare to nap on a bus. All the way from Frankfurt to Braunschweig (8 hours, after the long flights from Perth) I ate soooo many mints to not fall asleep! Some icky guy was to my right side and the other option... fall into the walkway ;-)

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    5. Not only is a real bed something I need, but I need 2 pillows also. I have gotten soft as I have aged.

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  11. P.S. Looking forward to your story (of course!).

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    1. Well done Iris ... well travelled and well related to each continent or country ... cheers Hilary

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    2. Hilary, to travels (and thank you).

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  12. I didn't belong on the street, but here I was...in a tent with my breakfast of cold dumpster burrito remnants for breakfast--the tent my protection from the rain and the outside world that had dumped me here.

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    1. cleemckenzie: Short and very far from sweet. Brilliant.

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    2. cleemckenzie; oh my! cold dumpster burrito doesn't sound at all appetizing.. I hope things change for the better for her.

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  13. Hi Lee - how revolting ... but I guess life gets like that for some ... cold, grotty and foul - not good for future life. Well done - cheers Hilary

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    1. Hilary Melton-Butcher, it doesn't sound like a good life and there are far too many in those circumstances. I know that in my city there are places they can go to get a meal each day and a shower too.

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  14. Did she really belong here, doing what she was doing? In her perfect world she would be walking down a sunny street with a pack and pup tent strapped to her back, never on the run, with no itinerary or agenda. Just blissful wanderings from place to place.
    That was not her reality though.
    The kids had about 5 minutes to finish breakfast, get their teeth brushed and hop in the car. The day was rainy and if they weren't headed to school soon, the turn lane to the on ramp would back up and they would be late. Nobody needed that, especially her.
    She just wanted to get back to the house, settle in with a cup of coffee to finish reading "The Life Impossible". She could at least lose herself in Grace's adventures while the laundry dried.

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    1. Anne in the kitchen: Brilliant - and I suspect the reality for too many mothers.

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    2. Anne in the kitchen; I know many homes where mornings were always very rushed. Thankfully schools were always in walking distance for us and later for my children too.

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    3. Hi Anne in the kitchen ... yes we don't want to be deprived of our time ... we need our space and our own part of life ... not flustered with the life of our loved ones ... I hope she got that time while her laundry dried. Well done - cheers Hilary

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  15. I'm late with my entry but here's my take on the prompts is here: Fiction: The Bridge of Luck.

    The prompts are quite helpful. I like that one of the prompt is an image - I think images work better for me than words. Thanks for providing the prompts.

    Have a lovely day.

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